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The Eyewitness

Release date: March 20, 2017Fans of TV’s Blue Bloods will love this dynamic new suspense series.

Maryland PD forensic scientist Emersyn D’Azzo has an explosive past with her father’s younger, sexy partner, Detective Alec Pearce. Then an ill-timed kiss destroys the thin line of trust between her and her dad, just before tragedy strikes and someone guns down her father.

The fatal bullet turns out to be tied to the ongoing spree of random sniper kills across the state, but Emersyn knows this wasn’t a random act of violence and is determined to find the killer.

To do so, she’ll need to rely on help from Alec, whom she doesn’t quite trust but just can’t resist. When they discover a connection to a decades-old disappearance of a college student, their investigation takes a deadly twist. Can they learn to trust each other with their hearts to save their lives?

by Nancy C. Weeks

Romantic SuspenseSensuality Level: Behind Closed Doors

Author Bio:
Nancy C. Weeks has loved happy-ever-after romances since she was in her early teens. While still in college, she met and married her hero. She spent the next several years honeymooning and working overseas. Today, she lives in suburban Maryland with her husband of more than thirty years. With her two grown children out of the nest, she loves spending her days on her deck writing as the local bird population keeps her company.

Emersyn D’Azzo gulped her frozen margarita, the cold rushing right to her head. The brain freeze didn’t bother her half as much as who was heading her way. Ted McJerk hit on her every time she stepped foot in the popular cops’ hangout, Grayson’s Tavern. And just her luck, he made a beeline through the crowd the instant he spotted her.

Her sister let out a loud grunt. “I thought you wanted to be self-reliant.”

Before Emersyn could reply, a heavy arm landed around her shoulders.

“Emmy,” Ted said and took a disgusting sniff of her hair. “Man, oh man, you’re fine tonight.”

His gaze roamed slowly down her body, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets. She glanced down to make sure she was still wearing clothes before shrugging his arm off her. “I’m having a drink with my sister, Ted. This isn’t a good time.”

He edged in closer. “You can take a few moments for one dance.” He eyed Tessa. “You don’t mind if I borrow your sister, do you?”

“But I do.”

The deep, masculine voice sent an arousing jolt right into Emersyn’s core. And damn it to hell, her mouth went dry, making it impossible to swallow. She fingered her straw then took a deep drink. This time she welcomed the burning chill against her lungs. Detective Alec Pearce had a knack for showing up at her worst moments. Why the hell was he here?

Ted moved away from her as if he’d been burned. “Alec, good to see you.”

“You do know you’re hitting on my partner’s daughter, right, Ted?”

“Just asking her for a dance.”

Emersyn glanced between the two; she preferred Ted’s company to the man who seemed to go out of his way to make her crazy.

Alec reached for her hand and set it in his palm. “Actually, she promised this dance to me. They’re playing our song.”

The muscles in her body tensed as her fingernails dug into his skin. “I don’t—”

“Music is on, Em. Shall we?” His other hand went around her waist, and he gave her a swift yank.

“Jerkball, let go,” she hissed in his ear.

His grip tightened. “It’s just one dance. Play nice.”

He escorted her to the small dance floor near the bandstand. Every instinct in her wanted to slap his arrogant expression right into next week, but that would make a scene. It was what half the bar expected the instant he got within striking distance. They were all waiting for her to let loose. But this was a new day, a new diploma, new job, new Emersyn. Emotions in check.

“My name is Emersyn. I would think you would remember something so simple.”

Alec’s face lit with a grin as his arms brought her close and their bodies began to move to the music. She shot a glare at Tessa, pleading for her to do something. Instead, her sister, the traitor, took another sip of Emersyn’s drink, lifted it in a toast, and rotated in her seat.

A chuckle came from deep in Alec’s throat. “Tessa likes me. You can thank me now.”

“I can also knee you where the sun doesn’t shine.”

He lifted her chin with his thumb. “Now that wasn’t nice. I sacrificed a night with that blonde”—he nodded to a beautiful woman sitting at the end of the bar—“just to keep Lecher Ted from hitting on you . . . again.”

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